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Friday, December 5, 2008

Haven't been able to take pictures, but wanted to let yous all know that Daddy's getting much better. His leg staples got taken out, his pain level has gone down and he's becoming more mobile - in fact, he took a shower today! No more sponge baths, yay!

Momma's been workin' her butt off, but she's glad that he's feeling better! Her school quarter is almost over and stuff's been getting easier. She even put up a Christmas tree!

THANK YOU to everyone who's stopped by to say hi and offer purrs and lufs!!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

MANY THANKS to everyone who offered support and care for the Love Beastie dad (Dan). He reads the comments from his hospital bed and really appreciates them. He also hasn't had his surgery yet, as the leg is still too swollen, thus posing a safety risk (it would be like opening a can of biscuit dough and then trying to reseal it). We really appreciate your warm comments and really enjoy what a loving community this is.

We won a drawing at The Furry Bambinos' blog (It's up now!!), and it came at the perfect time (check out their blog for the fun shopping trip pictures!). I had just come home from an exhausting hospital merry-go-round: Dan was shuttled to a rural hospital that was an hour away from our house (he was working when he fell off a ladder)... waited 5 hours... I was finally able to join him... two hours later we took an ambulance to a hospital that's an hour away from our house in the opposite direction...hung out in their waiting room...finally got a sleeping room at 3 AM and tried to sleep, but the nurses did their jobs and took his vitals every few hours. And I didn't have a car with me after riding in the ambulance, so I had to get a ride and finally came home to make sure the babies were okay. Unfortunately, they were a little stressed and weirded out.

Sure enough, what was on my doorstep?

"Pssst...hey Sadie, whatta you think dat is?"

"I dunno, Leah. Do you fink dat's our new daddy?"

"Hey! Stoopit woofies! That's not our new daddy! That's...uh..."

"It's a special kind of treat! You chew on it, see? Nom nom nom"

"Wait, there's something inside it! What's this? A PRESENT!"

"Hey, look! Everycat (and hooman) from the Furry Bambinos sent us a nice card! All right! Okay now momma, I want you to open that box!"

"LOOK AT ALL THIS NEAT STUFF! There are chicken and turkey TEMPTAYSHUNS, some neat-o Whisker Lickins, super potent catnip, two catnip fishies, a catnip mousie, a bright catnip mousie with fevvers, a NIP NANNA!!, a sparkly wand and a fevver wand, and even a bone, toy, and ball for the woofies!" (did I forget anything? The Love Beasties have already run off to the four corners of the house with all the toys!)

"Oh, you're trying to make a nice display in order to show your appreciation, momma? Fat chance! I mean, look at all this awesome loot! We totally forget why we were sad!"

"Wow! Cool!"

"Quit hogging the nip 'nanna, you big stinky floofball!"

"Ahhhh. I think I'm just going to roll all over everything now."

*roll roll roll*

*happy happy* *sniff sniff* *happy happy*

Leah: "I can has toys too?"

"I love kitty toys."

"Lookit dat. All sparkly."

"OH BOY! A squeaky tennis ball!"

"This is perfect for me! I love to throw stuff and then pounce on it!"

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Daddy fell of a ladder and broke his leg in several places while he was at work. Poor daddy. It's so bad that they have to do surgeries on it. Mommy's gonna leave in a little while so she can go be with daddy. Between this and schoolwork (and that fact that mommy might need to get a job now on top of schoolwork), you may not see much of us for a little while. We've been trying to visit blogs, but it hasn't been easy - so please don't think that we're not thinking of you!

The Furry Bambinos are sending us a prize package soon, and we want to make a post about that (and even maybe donate some stuff in their honor) but that may take a little while.

So please purr/ay for Daddy. Momma didn't think he'd end up in the hospital anymore once he retired from being a bad-guy-stopper, but she should've known better when he decided to start his own handyman business. :)

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I forgot to announce it, but today is the day when we celebrate my and Macy's days when we were gotted!!

This is my FIFTH Gotcha day - cuz momma found me as a wee baby kittie and now I'm about 5 manly mancat years old.

Here is a picture of me as a wee baby kittie!

This is Macy's 1st Gotchaversary here, even though she's about 4 years old. Here, you can see one of her pseudo-milestones: feeling comfortable enough to snuggle up in momma's briefcase and office junk. Go Macy.

Momma's bad with dates, so she decided that our Gotchaversary could be on the same day since we were both brought into the family around the same time of year.

I has to pick 7 (Se7en, which I pronounce "SEZEN") kitties for this (well, it's 10 for the butterfly award but I can't spell "ten" with any numbers that make it look like "ten". At least, nothing that will have the number 10 in it.

Hmmm.... if you already has this award, oh well! :)

1. Tesla the Kitty and her brofur Hansel cuz I lurfs the kitty Tesla and her big strong brave mancatwhore kitten brofur is cool too. (HA, I'M GIVING IT BACK!!! And I mean that in a nice way, like "Fanks you for the awards, I accept it and now nominate yous." I keeps hoomans on their toes this way.)

Monday, October 27, 2008

MOMMA: If Humanism is a valid psychological theory about all "hooman beans" having inherent goodness but my mother keeps trying to persuade me that it's a Satanic religion, would main Humanist theorist Carl Rogers comes back from the dead to defend his theories from the grave if I showed no goodness by whacking my mother over the head with my Theories of Personality text book?

KILROY: No, but I thinks Freud would say you has aggression issues which would be better channeled into a defense mechanism like sublimation, where you wanna do something baaad but do something socially acceptable instead in order to make your urges all happy and stuff.

MOMMA: Like playing "whack-a-mole" instead of "whack-a-mom"?

KILROY: Uh, not quite. Besides, it's my job to play "whack-a-mom."

MOMMA: More like "scratch-a-mom"!!

KILROY: Hey! I keep these nails pawticured just for you!

MOMMA: Should I tell everyone about how you were baaaad today?

KILROY: I was...? You're not talking about....

MOMMA: Kilroy gave a kitty toy to Leah, just so she would get in trouble.

KILROY: I...uh...I was just trying to make friends with the stoopid mutt! Really! It's not like I gloat every time I give her something she's not s'posed to have... at least, I do my best not to let you see me gloat...

MOMMA: I smacked him gently above his tail and told him he was a bad boy for trying to get poor Miss Leah in trouble. He seemed taken aback at first, so I felt very bad. Then, when he saw that he could milk me for sympathy, he gave me such sad eyes and looked at me with his Abandoned Kitty Face for the rest of the night.

KILROY: *sighs and gives a dirty look*

MOMMA: Oh, he never acted angry. He was always inviting me to pick him up. He knows I'm a sucker for the Abandoned Kitty Face.

MOMMA: Before I met your daddy three years ago, you really protected me!

KILROY: There was that one jerk boyfriend of yours I didn't like, so I jumped on a sensitive part and dug every claw and fanger I could into his skin! And then whenever you had a visitor I didn't like, I climbed up to the highest shelf and would launch myself at them. Or, or, if you tried to watch a movie with someone, I would play with my LOUDEST TOYS EVAR.

MOMMA: Hmmm... now that I remember, you never attacked any of my attractive female friends. In fact, your face would light up when they'd yell or squeal (in a nice way) about how cute you are. If anyone else did that, you'd either hide behind the bed or bite them.

About Me

Evergreen loves Kilroy

Rock Hill, SC, United States

I'm a 5 y/o mancat who likes to act tough, but I'm always a sucker for lovin'. Mommy found me in a ditch and I've been her baby ever since. I protect my mommy and run to her whenever there is trouble! Even though I get kinda scared easily (I was pretty traumatized by getting thrown in a ditch with all those cars going by), I can still be brave for my mommy!